Listing attributes in a data-filled computer-like brain keeps them from attaching to me and bogging me down.
Searching for an eternal desire, trying to stay focused and not let go too soon of a life that has been burned beyond recognition.
Silently sorrowful every day, I fall into a cradle of death - one that I will soon succumb to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem